Thursday, January 28, 2010

untitled #11

Arranging these typical feelings
That moisten my eyes
morph my pale skin
dilate my pupils
allowing light to flow
flow deeply into
my ever deepening
acknowledgment
That there is nothing more
To dwell on
All there is
is what will be
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I am so fearful right now, there is so much I want to do. But my body, mind, and whole entirety is exhausted. I never minded this state I've been condemned to, but this stagnant pace is slowly ripping me apart.

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